Not a Poem

I wrote this with the idea in mind that nothing ever goes as planned. And you just have to go along with it because nothing can be promised to be avoided or garaunteed.

And this poem can't be finished, because it ends where it starts. And as it's just beginning is exactly where it parts. And when it's sad it's crying, truly happy tears. And when it's finally dying, it's more alive than it's been in years. And when the light is showing, it's darker than the Earth. And when it's finished caring, is when it does give birth. And when it tries to prepare, it collapses to the ground. And when it tries to be heard, it doesn't make a sound. And this poem can't be finished, because it never really began. Instead of sticking to the paper, the words got up and ran.

your poem appears on the same page in the magazine as my published poem "Stealing Beauty From a Larkspur" Good job and keep up the good work. My class said it was the best poem on the page! I love how it starts with "and" but makes complete sense.

:) oh my gosh that is so sweet that they said that. i feel so honored when one person likes my poems so its crazy that even more then that would! thank youso much for the encouragement. your piece was fantastic as well!